Chapter 89

Sunday evening.

Calliope was heading to the family manor with Silas. She wore a long, white sweater, layered with a coat. Her long hair was partially pinned up with a clip, cascading like a waterfall down her back. When she was quiet, she was truly striking.

Calliope walked arm-in-arm with Silas into the grand hall of the manor, which was already bustling with people. The moment they spotted the couple, they were all captivated by their presence.

A perfect pair, everyone thought.

"Silas, Callie, you are here!" someone called out warmly, greeting them both.

Silas nodded slightly to everyone in acknowledgment and led Calliope to the sofa. "Make some room for Callie."

Dahlia immediately shuffled over, giving Calliope a playful nod. "Aunt Callie, have a seat!"

at Calliope

down, and on the other side, Calista scooted over as well. "Uncle Silas, there's room for

be about Gideon's big

an eyebrow but remained silent, glancing

news?" Verity's eyes widened with curiosity. "Fleur, is there something we should know? You only have one son, Gideon. Is he

last engagement fell through. Did he have someone lined up even before the wedding?" Verity, who was at odds with Fleur, jabbed; she never missed an opportunity

face turned sour. "Calliope,

feigned innocence and continued, "He hasn't told you all yet? I can't be

directly at Gideon, who was glaring darkly. "Gideon, marriage is a big deal. Your parents should be in the loop.

stellar, perhaps not up to the family's standards. I mean, even I don't meet

don't pressure him. It's not

not just embrace it? Eventually, you'll be the mother-in-law, and she, the

Gideon snapped, his voice

voice at my wife?" Silas, who had been sipping his

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